Evening Encounter, First person

You sit on the floor in front of your couch, reading your book. You’re sore. The tightness in your shoulders is a reminder of the day’s stress.

I sit behind you on the couch; My legs on either side of you. My hands rest on your shoulders, their weight enough was soothing. The fingers move and pressure is applied to sore muscles. You are forced to pause the game and set the controller down. Your head sways back, your eyes closed. After a couple of minutes, I kiss your forehead.

“Hey, scootch up a bit.” I say from the couch.

You open your eyes and look at me, wondering where I want to take this. We share a look, and you scoot forward a bit. I slide off the couch and fit snuggly behind you. My fingers are replaced by my lips and I kiss the side of your neck. You give out a small sigh, and your hand reaches back and finds my hair. My right hand slides under your shirt and caresses your stomach muscles. My left hand gently rubs the inside of your leg.

You pull my head back and touch my lips with yours. We stay there for only a couple of heartbeats, kissing. Then, without removing your lips, you turn onto your knees and place your hands on my chest. Your legs straddle me and you pull back and look into my eyes.

“Yes,” you say

I smile. “Yes to what?”

You answer by putting your hands on either side of my face and lean forward with a kiss. Hard and deep. Our tongues touch and dance. I reach up and grab the front of your shirt. We continue for another five minutes. Each one of us wanting to take the next step, but enjoying the moment too much. I get overwhelmed and my hand makes its way up your back, under your shirt. Joyful shivers follow it as it slides across your skin. The hand then moves around your torso and grabs your breast, squeezing your bra.

The kiss breaks only long enough for us to take off our shirts. Our lips reconnect, as if hungry for the taste of each other. I fumble with the clasp of your bra strap and finally get it undone. I push you back to watch you take it off. You can feel my bulge get stronger between your legs. I kiss your left nipple until it gets hard. Pleasure causes you to take deep, drawn out breaths. I then do the same to your right. Your hands run through my hair, and your pelvis unknowingly starts to move forwards and back.

You pull my head back by they hair. You then lean in and put your tongue into my mouth as far as it can go. I respond by drawing my nails down your back. You reach down and undo the front of my pants. Your hands go in, and pull it out. Large and warm, wanting you. My hands then undo your pants, and slide them over your ass. Your knees slide away from me, and your head goes down. You kiss it, once. . . twice. . . a third. Each one sends waves of pleasure through me. A long lick, then you bring it into your mouth. I moan. And you give pleasure.

I push you backwards, and you fall hard on your back. And I am there, over you. Our eyes connected. I lower my body onto yours and kiss you lips, your neck, your breasts, then your abs. A bite on your side causes a quick intake of air. Then another bite makes you drive your fingers into my shoulders. Your pants are pulled down, then taken off entirely. Only your small undies remain on your body. My head slides up between your legs, and my hands wrap around your thighs and grabs your ass. A flick of my tongue, a kiss, a lick, and I find the most sensitive spots and stimulate them. Your arms go over your head and grab onto the rug underneath you. Pleasure builds up in your body. Your back arches and you clench your teeth. Your first orgasm rampages through your body. You writhe. Your shoulders push into the floor and for a few seconds, you lose your ability to breath. Teeth clench and you let out a muffled moan. Then, all at once, your body relaxes. You can still feel the twitching inside. You pull my face up to look at your, our eyes meet.

“Yes.” you say.

I stand and remove the rest of my clothing. You smile and roll over on your hands and knees. I then lean over the top of you; our bodies touching. My hard penis rubs against your labia. You close your eyes and rest your head on the floor. My hands find the softer parts of your body. As if it belongs there, my penis slides inside you. Your mouth opens and you struggle to draw in breath. It is in you deep, then it is slowly drawn out. Then slowly back in.

Your body tenses up. Your eyes open and you look behind you at me. Our eyes meet and the thrusting starts. Angry pleasure, fighting to get out and have it’s way. Again and again, I am inside you. You close your eyes and concentrate on the feeling, and I continue trusting.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Your fluids rush.

Thrust.

Again and again.

It feels deeper each time.

It feels better each time.

I twist your body and kiss your breast. Then your lips.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Without forewarning, your second orgasm is upon you. You give a loud moan and grasp at the floor. Waves of feeling wash over you again. The thrusting slows, and eventually stops.

“How was that?” I ask.

You quickly turn your body and push me back. You grab the hair on the back of my head and mount me.

“YES!” you say and slide my cock into you once more.

Your body moves up and down. Need driving you. Tenderness has been displaced by passion. The smooth, slow movements that started this are now powerful. All that is in our minds is need, and the feeling.

“Oh. . . Oh fuck. . . “ I am unable to finish sentences.

You bear your teeth, sweat dripping down your neck. “Yes.”

I look up at you.

“Yes.” i reply

Your hips continue.

My hands touching all of you.

You feel my muscles tighten. My head pulls forward as I clench my face. A breath is stopped as it tries to leave.

You feel my dick inside you jump. You feel my seed fill your places. This drives you over the edge for the third time and your head is thrown back.

I grab your breasts hard. We are in this moment together. .

You fall forward, into my arms. And we stay there for quite a while. No word is spoken. None is needed.

Then you sit up straight. My hand on your back pushes you forward, and we kiss.

You then lean in, and whisper “yes.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hy1i7b/evening_encounter_first_person

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